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mumuqings · 1 year
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ekubo revealing that teru wasn’t being forced to say this + teru’s admiration for mob being so strong it broke him out of his actual brainwashing there’s so much to say abt teru succumbing to a false god in a false likeness of mob only to be saved by his reverence towards mob once again
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suhstaste · 3 months
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nash giving grayson the ring and asking him “why not you gray?” actually meant SO SO much to me
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babieshowclown · 1 month
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Doodles I drew having fun and feeling free
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wrathyforest · 1 year
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meeshimi · 2 months
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who's that pokemon?!
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SELF-INDULGENT ELDEN RING FIC MORGOTT/TARNISHED OMG! I've been wanting to make this for awhile and voila it's here :) It isn't perfect but I had fun writing it and hopefully it turns into a long fic.
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HE HAS SUCH LOVELY HANDS OMG ❤️❤️
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fatale-distraction · 5 months
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If I get literally a single like on this post I’ll publish excerpts from the FTav/Barcus fic I’m working on
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the-madmarchhare · 7 months
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Finally figured out how to draw pyro 😌
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victims-of-love · 3 months
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God's ineffable plan is to make Crowley suffer, just like all of you sadistic fanfiction writers out there.
Yes, you're guilty of that, too! *points at you accusingly*
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hazellblogs · 6 months
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Art Cullagh of the Flaming Fist
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cheeriecherrymain · 1 year
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Viktor taking you to meet his parents in the undercity headcanons?
Viktor x Reader (SFW)
-It takes a while for Viktor to bring up the idea of meeting his parents.
-The two of you are busy people, and Viktor isn’t the most patient when it comes to social interactions - it had taken a long time to simply become friends with him, and a good year after that to move to officially dating.
-On top of that, you’re both comfortable taking things slow and going at your own pace. You don’t see the need to rush into milestones just because someone else thinks you should - you both know that you’ll get there eventually.
-But once he meets your parents -completely by accident, mind you- you start getting curious about his life prior to the Academy.
-So you ask questions; what was it like where he grew up? Did he have people who looked out for him? Was he loved? Were his parents even still alive?
-He diligently answers all of your inquiries, even though he’s curious as to why you’re suddenly so interested in his past.
- “I just realized I know so little about your life before we met,” you tell him, honestly. “I know who you are now, but I dunno. I also want to know about who you were as a little boy. I bet you were adorable.”
-The tips of his ears turn pink at your statement, and you gently drown him in compliments until his entire face is a lovely shade of rose.
-But the thought has been planted in his mind, now, and he mulls over it for a couple of weeks. You’ve been together for nearly two years by then, and he’s undoubtedly told his family about you in the letters he sends them.
-He’s serious about you, and he’s comfortable bringing the people he loves together - he doesn’t know why he’s so nervous.
-You know that he’s from the Undercity, and you know what it’s like there; more than that, he knows that you’ve never judged him for where he comes from, and that you’ve never thought less of him. So why is he nervous?
-His parents have expressed an interest in meeting you, and vice versa. So why is he nervous?
-He puzzles over it for so long, thoughts coiling around in his head until you’re certain you can see smoke coming out of his ears.
-You finally ask him about it when he’s so distracted from his work that he burns his finger with a soldering pen. It takes a couple of tries, and a lot of prodding, but eventually he lets you know what’s on his mind - the unknown source of his anxiety that’s been plaguing his mind for weeks.
-You pull a chair up beside him so you can comfortably lean against his shoulder, and press little kisses to his cheek and jaw.
- “I think I get it,” you say softly, taking his hand in yours. “When we ran into my parents that one time, I almost threw up - they’d been hounding me about bringing you to dinner for so long, and I knew they’d love you, but I was still terrified. I think it’s pretty normal.”
-He relaxes a little bit after that, and though he still doesn’t know where his worry is stemming from, it helps to know that you’ve felt the same way in the past. And logically, he knows that you’re going to get along well with his parents - you’re all creative people, driven by the desire to make things, and learn, and help people.
-Eventually, he’s able to pull together some dinner plans with the help of his mother, with dates that work for everyone. Just a simple meal with a couple of people, on a quiet evening…
-Viktor remains a ball of nerves until you’re arriving at his parents’ doorstep. You coo over some of the little details of the run-down home, asking him about the little trinkets on the windowsill, wondering if he made them as a child.
-And then the door swings open, and a woman you assume to be his mother bustles out to meet you. She’s slender, and she looks as tired as Viktor does, but the most notable thing about her is the way her eyes shine amber - the same colour as your most beloved’s.
-And most unexpected of all, as soon as she finishes smothering Viktor in affection, she turns to you and does the same; kissing both your cheeks and drawing you into a warm hug. 
-And then she ushers you into the small home, talking animatedly in your boyfriends’ native language. You’re only able to catch a few words, with how fast she’s speaking, but Viktor is smiling, and bites back a laugh every now and again.
-You meet his father further into the house, in a small kitchen that smells absolutely divine. The first thing you notice about him is that he’s a little taller than Viktor, and perhaps a little wider too. His hair might have also once been the same handsome chestnut as his son’s, but is now peppered significantly with grey.
-Viktor speaks softly in his own language, and the man freezes where he stands at the stove. He turns slowly, so slowly, and his expression is so unreadable it seems almost harsh - an expression you’ve seen countless times on your boyfriend.
-But then, all at once, he relaxes and his face warms into a lopsided smile. He opens his arms wide and beckons Viktor in, squishing him in a tight hug while pressing a kiss to the top of his head.
-Unsurprisingly, he then does the same to you.
-The dinner goes well after that; Viktor’s mother does her best to speak a language you can understand, and you’re unbothered when Viktor or his father end up having to translate. You only know the basics of his native tongue, so you’re well aware how difficult it is to learn an entire language.
-The stew is wonderful, quite possibly the best thing you’ve ever tasted, and you’re not shy about letting anyone know. Eventually you start bonding over your interests in building, and then over the many cute and slightly embarrassing things Viktor has done over the years.
-You even get to see a couple of baby pictures, which makes you coo and Viktor turn red.
-And when you leave later that evening, it’s with plans to return in a couple of weeks for another dinner.
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sylphius · 8 months
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Can we please talk about Eric?
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Like, he allways gets killed just bc he asks questions or for telling a joke... Like he did nothing wrong but he allways dies.😭
You can't tell me he didn't become a demon bc he asked to many questions.
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matchbet-allofthetime · 8 months
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Astarion and Halsin on the mind rn ✨
I cannot escape any dramatic elven twunk or an elf dilf/silver fox??? That could both fuck me up in multiple ways
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cottoncandy-cult · 7 months
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Kisame x Child! Reader
I know I write a lot of family stuff, from kids to siblings but I just find it cute. The kind of bond a man can form with his child, regardless of blood. It helps me get out certain ideas and work up inspiration for other things. Can you tell I have family issues yet?
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The blue man was walking quietly through the woods, he had returned to the base after a long mission and wanted to take a dip in his favorite lake. It was somewhat near the base but just far enough in the woods to be hidden from anyone following any trail, the male actually greatly enjoyed his alone time. Though when he arrived, he noticed something was different, there was a basket floating on the water. It looked to have been there a bit, but strangely hadn't sunk. As he got closer, he heard soft whining, making him rush more than he was willing to admit. He stripped off his cloak and jumped in, once close enough he drug the basket to the edge of the lake and set it down on land before getting out.
Moving the damp blanket off the basket, he spotted a tiny infant inside. It was wrapped in a pink blanket, so he assumed it was a little girl, her skin was incredibly pale, and her lips had begun to turn blue. He became somewhat aware that her blanket was slightly damp. She was frail and underweight, and for some reason this pissed him off to no end. Sure, he could be blood thirsty, and yes, he has killed A LOT of people. But this was a baby, abandoned to suffer and die in this lake. He was fast to stand and lift the baby quickly, grabbing his cloak the shark man wrapped her up in it and rushed back to the base. He had come in right before a meeting it seemed, meaning everyone was sitting around in the living room. Konan was the first to notice the infant and stood from her spot, seeming alarmed by his appearance and sudden barging in. "Kisame? What's wrong?..." She and Pein approached him, watching as he adjusted his arms to show them the baby girl much more clearly. "I found her floating on the lake..." Konan seemed astonished as she looked at the baby, gently taking her from him and cradling her close. "Poor thing..." She looked to Pein pleadingly, the ginger male gave her a blank look as her eyes remained locked with his. "Fine... We can keep her... Itachi we have a mission for you." He had turned to the male immediately as he spoke in an exacerbated tone, making the weasel roll his eyes. Everyone knew Itachi had practically raised Sasuke, so it was logical he'd be the one sent out to get the things they would likely need.
                 🍼3 Months Later🍼
It had been 3 months since little (Y/N) came into the Akatsuki, Kisame had stepped up as her guardian immediately. Of course, Itachi had been having to teach him how to care for the child, but the shark man didn't mind the work as it was surprisingly taxing and reminded him how long it had been since someone had tested his endurance. (Y/N) loved him like no other, always smiling and giggling when he was around. He had honestly enjoyed it, (Y/N) loved him unconditionally no matter what he did or looked like. Right now, the large man was holding her close to his chest, he was simply wandering around the base in his Pj pants and tank top. It was late at night, and he was trying to put (Y/N) back to sleep, this had become a midnight constant. He was tired but patient, he was a night owl anyways and probably would have just gone out to the lake for a swim if she had stayed asleep.
The other's had surprisingly taken to the little girl, Kakuzu had even taken to bringing her little gifts on his way back from missions. Pein was fine with it because thanks to the little girl teamwork among the organization had increased, thus increasing productivity and income. He grinned as he looked down to see her eyes drifting to a close, one large hand reached up and stroked her cheek gently. "Heh... Our little miracle..."
                   🍡5 Years Later🍡
"Daddy!" Kisame had looked up with a grin, he and Itachi had been away for a week on a mission, and he had missed his little girl. They had been on the trail back to the base, the boulder in front was already in view and so was his little girl. He had stopped, quickly kneeling down and opening his arms. (Y/N)'s smile only widened as she ran right into his embrace, as he lifted her up, she wrapped her legs around his waist and clung to him like a baby koala. "Welcome home daddy." He grinned as she cuddled into him, his footsteps lulling the little girl into sleep before they even made it back to the boulder. "I'm glad to be home... My little Miracle..."
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meenawrites · 1 year
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Spider makes me sad again
Working on the Spider Project and I just want this kid to be able to look at the adults around him and say "I deserved better" and MEAN it. 
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ricejustdidthings · 1 year
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Reasons Garry should Win
@indieswag-competition
Protects Ib through the world as she goes, often risking his life. It's easy for him to die if you do not protect him, and he is set on trying to help save you, even if he's scared.
Canonically queer. He uses feminine pronouns/dialect and was said by the game creator to "cross the boundaries of gender."
Often brushed aside by the fanbase in order to focus on Mary instead, because more is known about Mary's backstory
The game itself inspired Witch's House, another very popular Indie title
That's just a few things. And he's up against Crewmate AmongUs. We can do better than this!
Vote Garry 2023 for the Indieswag Competition
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